.. My question about Mexican food had stuck in Carla’s min d because she was making tacos for us. I kissed her and looked around, but there was no b...ender full of Margaritas. “We should have saved some drinks from last night,” I said.“You can make some if you want. Or we could just stick to tequila,” she grinned. I kissed her again and reached into the cupboard for the bottle.While dinner cooked, we had two shots with lime slices. The cards were always near the table, so we played some gin. We went through an entire cookbook of recipes for cookies.Everything we had ingredients for, we made, chocolate chip, peanut butter,cinnamon drop, ginger snaps and dozens of other kinds.It's funny, the clich? of money not buying happiness, it's a fucked up liereally, but this was probably the time I was my happiest as a kid.Part of it was since I was the new kid, I didn't have the history of beingthe crybaby. I was too awkward to be popular. I was reasonably friendly,so I wasn't picked on. ’ ‘NO Mama,’ Inga spat, crumbs of crusty bread escaping from her mouth in her outrage, ‘…do not go marrying me off with mere guards! I am a lady of this house now, I demand a good marriage!’ Standing from the dais, a portion of lamb in her closed fist falling to the floor in her anger, Sibbe glared at her daughter. ‘Inga, I doubt I could sell you to a vagrant!! You should be thankful for a mere guard!’ Sibbe shouted before storming to Matilda’s chambers. Entering the plush room, Sibbe felt no. Drawing out three big scoops, filling the bone whit china, now looking like the flag of Japan. Turning my attention from the bowl, leading over to the grill. Using the spatula to flip the sandwiches. The cheese has just begun to melt, the bread a golden brown. I’m glad I slipped a piece of ham in the middle of one of them, variety is the spice of life. Grabbing a plate, seating up a tray. Looking around to see if I have missed anything. Taking out the orange juice and pouring a tall cold.